Matter

Matter, A simple thing, But so complex It makes everything around us, Surrounds us, Compacted into nothing, But something, But does it make up this pain, The matter is driving me insane, I think, I'm going to sink into my own self pity. -- It doesn't matter anymore Its over with, DONE. "Move on." You murmur But it won't leave your mind A single tear hits your pillow The winds rushes by your window "It doesn't matter" you say,

Day by day Is it really matter?

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